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Chapter 18 - Chapter 18: Calm Before the Cascade

Cerulean's canals glittered under the moonlight as Nathan sat cross-legged on the balcony of the inn's second floor, overlooking the soft currents below.

He had a lantern lit beside him, his notebook open across his lap, and four pokรฉballs arranged neatly in front of him.

The city around him had gone quiet, but inside his mind, the gears turned steadily.

Tomorrow wasn't just a test of power.

It was a test of readiness.

๐’๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ฆ ๐‹๐ข๐ง๐ค: ๐€๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž โ€“ ๐†๐ฒ๐ฆ ๐Ž๐ฉ๐ฉ๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž: ๐Œ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฒ (๐–๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐’๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ)

๐Š๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐“๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ฅ ๐“๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ:

๐Œ๐ข๐-๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐ž๐ ๐จ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฑ๐ข๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ

๐…๐ซ๐ž๐ช๐ฎ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐›๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐ ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐š๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ ๐ณ๐จ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ 

๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฆ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐ž๐ฌ: ๐’๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ฒ๐ฎ (๐’๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ), ๐’๐ญ๐š๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ž (๐…๐ข๐ง๐ข๐ฌ๐ก๐ž๐ซ), ๐š๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐๐œ๐š๐ซ๐

๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž: ๐‹๐ฎ๐ฏ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐œ (๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง), ๐“๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐š๐œ๐จ๐จ๐ฅ (๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ฎ๐ฌ), ๐†๐ฒ๐š๐ซ๐š๐๐จ๐ฌ (๐ซ๐š๐ซ๐ž), ๐๐ฌ๐ฒ๐๐ฎ๐œ๐ค (๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ข-๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐š ๐ฉ๐ข๐œ๐ค)

๐Š๐ž๐ฒ ๐“๐ž๐ซ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐Œ๐ž๐œ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ข๐œ๐ฌ:

๐‘๐จ๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฐ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฌ

๐๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐๐ž๐ฉ๐ญ๐ก ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐œ๐ž๐š๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ญ (~๐Ÿ”๐ŸŽ๐œ๐ฆ โ€“ ๐ข๐๐ž๐š๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐š๐ ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ)

๐–๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐œ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ญ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ฉ๐ฌ (๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ญ-๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐›๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐จ๐›๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ)

๐‘๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง:

๐”๐ฌ๐ž ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐จ๐›๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ก๐จ๐ซ๐ฌ

๐“๐ฒ๐ฉ๐ž ๐š๐๐ฏ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ ๐ž ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐ญโ€”๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐š๐๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐š๐›๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐š๐ฅ

Nathan ran a finger along the rim of Zorua's pokรฉball.

"Illusion's no good underwater," he muttered. "But if they surface"

He paused, visualising the field layout. Then opened the ball.

Zorua blinked into existence at his side, tail twitching as she adjusted to the open night.

He placed a pebble down in front of her and slowly moved a second beside it.

"This is Staryu. Imagine it opens right. Rushes low. Can you track the movement without visual?"

Zorua narrowed her eyes. Then, delicately, stepped forward and tapped the imagined route with a paw.

๐’๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ฆ ๐’๐ฒ๐ง๐œ: ๐’๐œ๐ž๐ง๐š๐ซ๐ข๐จ ๐’๐ข๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐‚๐จ๐ง๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฆ๐ž๐ โ€“ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ ๐’๐ฒ๐ง๐œ: ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ”/๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ โ†’ ๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ–/๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ

๐†๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ก ๐“๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ญ: ๐’๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ข๐œ ๐•๐ข๐ฌ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ฅ๐จ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐ โ€ฆ

"Good," he whispered. "Your job isn't deception this time. It's timing. Wait until they break the surface, then strike."

Zorua nodded and curled up beside the lantern.

Next: Squirtle.

The water-type materialised with a low blink and stretch.

Nathan watched him carefully.

"We're going into your element tomorrow. But that doesn't make it safe."

He pulled out a few cards marked with symbols, circles for surfacing zones, arrows for approach patterns.

"Let's run through patterns. If you swim under and she calls a flip, how fast can you withdraw and anchor?"

Squirtle frowned slightly. Then rotated in place and performed a mock Withdraw mid-spin.

Nathan snapped once. "Reset. Try again, but aim to exit within two seconds."

๐’๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ฆ ๐๐จ๐ญ๐ž: ๐’๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ซ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž โ€“ ๐ƒ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ƒ๐ซ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ญ ๐„๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ข๐œ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ฒ: ๐Ÿ•๐Ÿ’% โ†’ ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ%

๐’๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฉ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ ๐‘๐จ๐ฅ๐ž ๐‘๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐: ๐‘๐ž๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐“๐š๐ง๐ค | ๐๐š๐œ๐ค๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐€๐ง๐œ๐ก๐จ๐ซ

๐๐š๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐€๐›๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐…๐ฅ๐š๐ ๐ ๐ž๐: ๐“๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐ญ ๐“๐ก๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐‘๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ (๐Ÿ‘๐ŸŽ% ๐‡๐ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ) โ€“ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ ๐๐จ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐‘๐ž๐š๐๐ฒ

Nathan nodded to himself. "You're not our damage. You're our reset button."

Squirtle gave a small grin and settled back, arms crossed, confident.

Nidorino came next, summoned beside a chalk circle drawn to mimic the arena rim.

"You'll be waiting on the edge. I'm counting on you to pressure the midline. If she brings out Tentacool or something long-ranged, you push them off the board."

Nidorino let out a low snort, pawing the edge of the circle.

"Watch for Scald, Supersonic, or confusion plays," Nathan continued. "You can't outpace them, but if you holdโ€ฆ we can cut their line."

๐’๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ฆ ๐€๐ง๐š๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ: ๐๐ข๐๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐จ โ€“ ๐†๐ฎ๐š๐ซ๐ ๐ˆ๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐œ๐ญ ๐€๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž | ๐๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ž ๐†๐ฎ๐š๐ซ๐๐ข๐š๐ง ๐‘๐จ๐ฅ๐ž ๐‹๐จ๐œ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐ˆ๐ง

๐‘๐ž๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐’๐ฉ๐ž๐ž๐: ๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ•% ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐๐š๐ซ๐ | ๐€๐๐š๐ฉ๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐‘๐š๐ญ๐ž: +๐Ÿ๐Ÿ% ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง-๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ž๐ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐œ๐ก๐ž๐ฌ

๐๐จ๐ง๐: ๐Ÿ—๐ŸŽ โ†’ ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ/๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ (๐‹๐จ๐ฒ๐š๐ฅ)

The last ball sat untouched.

Nathan stared at it.

Mankey.

Volatile. Strong. But the least prepared for water-based combat.

He opened the ball.

Mankey landed, tensed, then relaxed slightly upon seeing the rest of the group.

Nathan remained quiet for a moment.

"You're the wild card."

Mankey tilted his head.

"Your job isn't to lead. It's to shake. Hit hard. Force swaps. Draw reactions. And when we need an opening, create it."

He walked over and tapped Mankey's chest lightly.

"But you have to stay focused. No brawling for the sake of it."

Mankey exhaled through his nose. A nod.

๐’๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ฆ ๐”๐ฉ๐๐š๐ญ๐ž: ๐Œ๐š๐ง๐ค๐ž๐ฒ โ€“ ๐๐จ๐ง๐: ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ โ†’ ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ“/๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ (๐’๐ญ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐“๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ)

๐ƒ๐ข๐ฌ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐“๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ ๐ž๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž ๐€๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž: ๐“๐ž๐ซ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐’๐ญ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐จ๐ซ (๐”๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฌ ๐›๐จ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ซ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž)

๐๐ฌ๐ฒ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ข๐œ๐š๐ฅ ๐’๐ฒ๐ง๐œ: ๐ƒ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ฅ๐จ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ข๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฌ๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐ญ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐

Nathan stood and looked out over the water.

Four team members.

Each with a role.

Each piece in motion.

But Misty wasn't like Brock. She wouldn't wait for him to test things mid-match. Her arena moved. Her tactics flowed. And her attention never wandered.

This wasn't about overthinking.

It was about rhythm.

He closed his notebook and looked at each of them.

Zorua.

Squirtle.

Nidorino.

Mankey.

Then up to the stars.

"Tomorrow, we hit the water. Not just to stay afloat. But to navigate. We don't just survive the field, we take control of it."

His team didn't cheer.

But they stood straighter.

Ready.

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